I miss Glitch, which reminds me that there is some legitimate reason for being sad. I also suspect there is some less-than-conscious processing going on about holidays without my mother. A lot of that is blunted since her decline in health meant I didn't see her terribly often the last couple of holiday seasons. But this season was her holiday, much more than mine, especially in terms of belief, so I find myself in a strange combination of mental flailing-at-missed-steps and relief.
On a lighter note, it's nice to have the wherewithal to give some gifts this year, in celebration of whatever. I have ordered a few things and waiting for them to arrive, by post or delivery service, is kind of fun.
Now it's time to go catch a bus. Wow my time-sense is off, where did the morning go?